Just a Kiss Goodnight

Just a Kiss Godnight (9)

Alex's POV. 

4:32am

I seem to be making not sleeping a new fashion recently.

All I could think about was Georgiana and how beautiful she looked, lying there next to Zara.

I ran a cool hand through my blonde hair and climbed out of bed. I started doing push ups to help take my energy away. I thought about G more and more, the frustration my new found attraction brought me made me work harder and harder at my work out. All I could see was her pale face smiling and all I could think was how angry I was that she had never yet truly smiled at me like she had at Zara.

I kept on pushing up and down, up and down until my arms started to burn at such an intense level I couldn't do anymore. I collapsed onto my bed, feeling the emptiness of it without Georgiana there. For Gods sake boy, she's only slept there for two nights and the first time you had to leave the bed because you got so angry, I internally ranted. 

Today was now Sunday and the sunrise was starting. Tomorrow I'd be at school and I'd have to put up with Georgiana all day. Not that I minded, but I had to act like I did, just so she didn't realise that I was falling for her. I wouldn't let her know until I was sure she felt the same way, anything other than that would mean I'd get my heart broken and I couldn't handle that.

The scary thing was that I was more terrified of Georgiana than I'd ever been of anything in my life before. She could actually break me, and I don't doubt for a second that she would if she didn't believe my feelings for her were real. And who would believe these feeling were real? I've only known her for two days and one of those days she spent screaming at me while I told her who she was. Not to mention the way she's literally tried to kick me out of this very room. No, she'd never believe me, I'd keep my feelings to myself. I'd play it safe like a coward rather than wearing my heart on my sleeve and getting it torn apart.

Georgiana's POV

“Gee-geeee!”

I awoke to the giggling of a little Zara, shaking me lightly. I opened a bleary eye and had to refrain from letting out the loudest 'awe' ever heard. Her little ringlets were a tangled mess around her doe eyed face and it was simply the most adorable thing I had ever seen.

“Well don't you just look as cute as a bumble-bee!” I cooed, sitting up and rufling her curls a little more. “Did you sleep okay, Zara?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically and bounced out of bed and to her little wardrobe. “Gee-gee, find me a dress pwease!” She called over shoulder. I laughed and slipped out of Zara's little bed and went into her wardrobe, looking through the heaps of clothing she owned. I finally found a cute little dress with colourful spots all over it and handed it to her. She shooed me away so I left her room a stumbled away down to Alex and I's room. I was proud of my ability to find things in this complicated house, seeing as my sense of direction sucked.

I entered our room and found Alex asleep on the bed, the covers lazily slung around his waist, exposing his muscled chest. I let my eyes wander over his body, taking advantage o the fact that he would never need to know I did it. Was I satisfied? Hell yes.

Smirking, I went into our wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black shorts and a purple tank top and underwear. I headed into the bathroom and took a shower before dressing and walking back into our room. By this point Alex was awake and sat up in bed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“Morning sleeping beauty” I chirped, picking out a bracelet from my jewelery box.

“Mornin'” he replied. I heard him shuffle out of the bed but didn't look around, scared that my eyes may betray me. “Hey, G, want to go shopping today?” He yawned.

“Sure thing!” I beamed. “When?”

“Will you turn around and look at me please? I find it weird that you're not looking at me”

I sighed and turned around, determined to keep my eyes on his face. “Better?” 

“Yes.” He smirked. “We'll go just after I get out of the shower. Make sure you're ready.” And with that he turned around and walked away into the bathroom. I half laughed at myself, finding the credit card my father had given me the day before before slumping on the bed to wait for Alex.

Fifteen minutes later and Alex appeared out of the bathroom, fully clothed (thankfully). We walked down and out of the front door. “Wait here.” Alex said to me before he shot off out of site.

“Guess I'll just wait here.” I grumbled to myself and sat down on the steps outside of the house. I picked at the roses beside me, playing with the petals for seconds before I ripped them into shreds. I hated Roses. They smelt bad and symbolised foolish things like love.

A deep red Aston Martin appeared from around the side of the house, its engine purring and it caught my attention easily. As cliché as it sounded, this was my favourite car and the owner of it was the one person I didn't want to see. Ass the window rolled down, I rolled my eyes and stood up.

“In you get, G Babes.” Alex called.

I purposefully slammed the car door, apologising to the car in my head but I was smug at the glare I received from Alex. “Did you really just call me 'G Babes'?” I raised an eyebrow at him in disgust.

“Yeah, yeah I did. And you know you loved it.” He winked at me and pulled away from the house.

“I hate you, Fuck Nugget.” I sighed, putting my seat-belt on.